Brainwashed
It was twenty minutes of pure agony. Twenty minutes? To Shiva it seemed twenty hours. Each lash was followed by a scream of pain, each scream followed by Shiva’s writhing and sobbing as she waited in terror for the next bite of the whip, not knowing whether to pray for time to recover or for Tarib to lash her NOW and end the interminable wait.
Brainwashed
She was panting more than breathing, talking was not on the program. If she heard the whip cutting through the air it never registered on her brain. What did was a sharp crack along with the sensation that a hot wire had been laid across her back. She didn’t scream, her mouth opened in shock. It was as though the lash had paralyzed her lungs. But her body seemed to have a mind of its own. Her back arched and she bucked and heaved out of control. She rose on the toes of her left foot and her right leg kicked up at her buttock. The second lash crossed over the first and the tip dug into her armpit. This time she screamed. The whip bit into her flesh again and again. And each time she screamed. They were screams not only of pain but also of horror. She was being whipped. WHIPPED! She had been tortu2red with electricity on the most sensitive parts of her naked body. They had hung her by her ankles and lowered her into a tank of water until her lungs almost burst. They had brutalized her vagina in the most savage ways possible. The pain had been unbearable, had come within an inch of breaking her, but she had held on. She was a spy, knew tortu2re was a risk that came with the job.
Valentina’s story
“So… you want to be a model? Then why don’t you show me? Shake that ass… make me WANT you! Unless you want to be kissed again by the riding crop…” John Zingarelli said, lightly tapping Susan’s pert posterior with the end of the riding whip. Susan let out another muffled whimper from behind the massive ballgag wedged inside her pretty little mouth, but she did as she was told… pumping her body back and forth like she was being fucked by an invisible lover and making her tight, toned ass jiggle invitingly in the dim light. Susan’s pretty little face burned with shame as she did such a lewd and wanton act. This wasn’t what she had in mind when she wanted to be a model. She imagined she’d by lounging poolside, eyed hungrily by poor little poolboys while a photographer snapped her in a tight bikini while she sipped a martini. The thought that, instead of being a pool bunny, she would be a dungeon slave, was too humiliating for her to even contemplate. Tears of absolute humiliation dribbled down her cheeks as Susan kept pumping herself back and forth, jiggling that tight ass to the tune of the invisible lover, fucking her relentlessly under threat of a painful whipping!
For as long as everyone could remember, there had been animosity between the Chinese and their Japanese counterparts. Though they were not currently at war, you could hardly call the relationship “friendly”. But one thing the Chinese government knew they hated much more than anyone was citizens who spoke up against them. In order to increase the “effectiveness” of their police, the Chinese government sent 100 of their agents to Japan on a mission. Their mission was to learn the Japanese art of Shibari – rope tying, bondage. They learned a great deal.
Mei had been caught stealing, the local judge knew that she had hidden her treasure somewhere. To extract the information from her, he asked his most loyal interrogator to try out this new Japanese art. To judge how well it worked, all of the local Judges came to see the interrogation.
There, the woman was stripped, begging, before being tied and hung in the most creative ways. A bucket of water was sometimes thrown at her, or used to dunk her head in. Sometimes she was whipped..
“Please! Let me down! I promise you there is no more!” cried the woman…
